After arriving at the post station, Yang Fan left the team, he couldn't follow the team slowly, after all, he was more worried about his father's body.

He Xiaoling was the only one who followed Yang Fan, and He Xiaoling was not worried about Yang Fan's body.

The two fast horses left the inn and headed for Kyoto.

He Xiaoling finally asked the doubts in her heart: "Yang Fan, the letter said that your father is critically ill, what is going on?"

Yang Fan frowned: "I don't know, it's okay during the New Year." ”

He Xiaoling was even more puzzled: "During the New Year, could it be that your father is the middle-aged man who celebrated the New Year with you?"

Yang Fan no longer concealed it, nodded and said, "That's right, he is my father." ”

He Xiaoling: "Didn't Old Marquis Yang die in the Northern Desert? Why did he come back to life again?"

Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "I am not the son of Yang Zhengsheng, the Marquis of Zhongyi. ”

He Xiaoling was surprised: "In this way, you are the son of a pretending to be a loyal and righteous marquis." ”

Yang Fan: "Let's just say that. ”

He Xiaoling frowned slightly, not understanding why Yang Fan did this, was it just for the title of a loyal marquis, with Yang Fan's strength, he could also be mixed up in the rivers and lakes.

"You are not afraid that the court will find out and hold you accountable for your false claim. ”

Yang Fan smiled: "No." ”

Two days later, the two entered a mountain forest, running day and night at this speed, and they would be able to enter Kyoto in a few days, they did not pass through the post station, so naturally they could not change horses all the way to the same speed as Zhuo Bufan.

There are no markets or villages within a radius of dozens of miles in this mountain forest, and only scattered hunters stay in the mountains.

Yang Fan, who was running, suddenly looked solemn, pulled the horse and stopped, only to see a black-robed man standing on the top of a big tree in front of him, silent like a ghost.

He Xiaoling also rode her horse to stop, looking at the black-robed man with a vigilant expression, she had already guessed that there would be an ambush along the way, but there was no obstacle in the past two days, and it was only at this time that the black-clothed man appeared, and it didn't look like there was any ambush around.

Yang Fan snorted, although the other party wore a mask to cover his face, but Yang Fan was familiar with that look, and said: "Can't be a monk Chenfei, you escaped by you in the general judgment yamen last time, and you dared to show up." ”

The cloak he wore last time, this time he directly made a mask, and before he could do anything, he was called out by the other party, and he felt a lot of frustration in his heart.

But it doesn't hurt to know, Yang Fan is two people now, and it can't be his opponent.

"Lord Yang is really good eyesight, I'm curious, how did you recognize me?"

He Xiaoling learned that the person who came was unable to be a monk, and her heart couldn't help but tighten, although she had made great progress in martial arts, but in the face of one of the eight legends of martial arts, she had no chance of winning.

Yang Fan sneered, without a trace of nervousness at all, as if all this was expected by him.

Yang Fan didn't think that he could defeat the Unable Monk with his current martial arts, but if he wanted to flee for his life, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Chenfei, I didn't expect you to really be a lackey in King Ning's mansion, this time you came to block the road, what explanation does King Ning have?"

Chen Fei's eyes were like electricity, and he was puzzled in his heart, how could this Yang Fan know everything, and listening to his tone, he didn't have a trace of fear.

Chen Fei shouted: "Yang Fan, what else do you know?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "King Ning is afraid that I will enter Beijing, so he will naturally intercept him on the road, if he sends a large number of dead soldiers, once he fails, it is very likely that the matter will become bigger and bigger, so he will choose to send a top master to assassinate, the movement will not be too big, failure or success can be said to be a vendetta in the rivers and lakes." ”

Chen Fei snorted and said, "Since you know this, you still dare to leave the team." ”

Yang Fan smiled: "Chenfei, since I dare to leave, how can I not be a little prepared." ”

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he stretched out his sword and pulled out his sword, with a lazy attitude, as if he was waiting for Chen Fei to attack.

He Xiaoling hurriedly drew her sword out of its sheath and looked at Chen Fei vigilantly.

Chen Fei had some doubts in his heart, Yang Fan and the woman had fought with him, among the younger generation, martial arts were considered outstanding, but if you want to deal with yourself with two people, it is simply wishful thinking, where does Yang Fan's calmness come from?

"Then I'd like to see what you're prepared for?"

Chenfei's figure was like catkins falling down, and when he was close to Yang Fan and the others, his speed suddenly skyrocketed, a sword light flashed, and Sen Leng's murderous aura swept up.

Yang Fan's expression was fierce, and the Heavenly Absolute Sword Technique was used, and suddenly the sky was full of sword shadows, covering the flying dust.

He Xiaoling shouted loudly, and her figure rose into the air, counterattacking like a sharp sword.

A golden sound sounded, and countless sword shadows dissipated in the sword light.

Chen Fei stood with a horizontal sword, and looked at Yang Fan and He Xiaoling in surprise.

It's only been less than a month, and they've grown to this point, and what happened in the meantime?

Yang Fan kicked his feet, flew to He Xiaoling's side, looked at Chen Fei and smiled lightly: "You can't be a monk, but that's it." ”

Murderous aura appeared in Chen Fei's eyes, how many years, no one dared to despise himself so much.

The long knife came out, the wind and thunder sounded, and the golden light of the knife body flashed, like a fairy Buddha descending into the world.

The Heavenly Buddha roared, the sword technique in the Heavenly Sutra was used, and the sun in the sky seemed to start to become much darker in this golden light.

The plants and trees in the mountains and forests also seem to have been infected in some way, and they have worshiped the dust.

Yang Fan frowned deeply, stretched out his hand to pull He Xiaoling beside him, and shouted: "Go." ”

Yang Fan unfolded his body, and his body fled into the distance like a phantom.

Chen Fei was stunned, Yang Fan, who was still despising him just now, how could he escape like a rabbit in the blink of an eye.

Heaven through martial arts is not idle, there is a knife out, the power of everything, but this knife technique needs to accumulate strength, but the speed of the move has slowed down, the other party has to run, and the body is so ghostly and fast, no matter how strong the knife technique, there is nothing to be done.

Dusty let out a long howl, stopped his knife, and unfolded his body to chase after him.

He Xiaoling also learned to swim the dragon step, and the speed of the two running was not inferior to that of Chenfei, but Chenfei had deep internal strength, as long as he couldn't get out, he still couldn't escape Chenfei's pursuit.

However, in the mountains and forests, the terrain is complicated, and it is not difficult to hide.

Yang Fan found a big tree, and then pulled He Xiaoling to hide behind the tree.

Yang Fan made a booing gesture while quietly observing the surrounding situation.

Although the dust is not a martial art, it is its weakness.

The dust was lost, there was a roar in the mountains and forests, the voice was angry, one of the eight legends of the dignified martial arts, and the pursuit of two martial arts juniors was escaped, which was simply a great shame.

He didn't expect that Yang Fan's growth would be so rapid, with Yang Fan's current martial arts, he was no longer weaker than those famous people in the rivers and lakes, but he was afraid that compared to Yin Yijian, the martial arts alliance leader in the southern martial arts, it was not much better.